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<p> someone followed all our accounts except mine /lmao /guess im too inactive </p>
I have reached two hundred followers. I promise to write a horror story featuring each and every one of you this weekend. #horror
𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓴. 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮.
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fuck you.
Fuck Spades Slick
As messy as it is, / think quadrant \/aci//ation is kind of beautifu/ in a \/\/ay
i hit the sapphics of this site like crack in the 80s.
SOM3ON3 S33MS TO R34LLY L1K3 M3... #V4GU3POST1NG #YOUKNOWWHOYOU4R3
what's with the sudden surge of highbloods among my followers? ew ~
Aha! And now, the illustrious Don Quixote finds herself freed from workplace obligation! Today was quite the productive day, and tomorrow assuredly will also be so! I do so hope the denizens of this curious platform have also had as good a day as I have!
📧 -> If Two People Are Posting The Exact Same Kind Of Yearning Posts Tagged Vague, Is It Really Vagueposting Anymore? Vaguely, Kelric Stravi
D♡es any♡ne have any like stuffed h♡pbeast t♡ys they d♡n’t want? </3
Ah. You remember it. You don’t need me to point to it. You already went there the moment this started. That choice. Not the loud one. Not the obvious one. The small one. The one that didn’t feel like it mattered as much as it probably did. You moved on quickly after. Told yourself it was nothing. Or that it was the only reasonable option. People are good at that. Making things feel settled after the fact. But it didn’t settle. It stuck. You don’t revisit it all the time. That would be exhausting. It just shows up when your guard is down. When you’re not trying to justify anything. Just a passing thought that doesn’t quite pass. You know the one. The version where you did something else. You didn’t follow it very far back then. You had reasons. Good ones, probably. Enough to move forward without stopping. But now that path doesn’t have your mistakes on it. It doesn’t have friction, or consequences, or anything messy. It just sits there, clean. Untouched. That’s what makes it dangerous. Because the thing you chose doesn’t get that luxury. It had to play out. It had to become real. It had to be imperfect in ways the other option never will be. So now there’s a comparison that was never fair to begin with. And still, it keeps coming back. Not as a question you can answer. You’ve already answered it. That’s the problem. It comes back as a feeling. Like something slipped. Like you missed a step and didn’t notice until later. You can call it overthinking. Or hindsight. Or just how memory works. That helps. It doesn’t stop it. Because somewhere in there is the part of you that knows you didn’t explore everything. That you chose something before you had to. That you closed a door early. Maybe you had to. Maybe you didn’t. That’s the part you don’t get to check. And that’s why it stays. If it were obviously wrong, you could fix it. If it were obviously right, you’d forget it. It’s neither. Which means it gets to sit there, unfinished. And every so often, it reminds you. As do I. I remind you now, so that you improve going forward.
We need to come together as a nation to collect the pages.
Party roock is in the hoouse toonight everyboody just have a goon time
i LOVE, mY FRIENDS, }:)
:33 < if i had a billion gazillion boon bucks :33 < i'd buy an island and call it nepeta's island and run a dock with ships :33 < and i'd get a desk and smoke fat cigars behind it and anytime someone causes trouble on my island i have the cops bring them in :33 < i mean mug em and blow cigar smoke in their face and tell them "dis here is my island. capish? and i won't have no trouble makers on it." :33 < and then i would have my goons break their hands :33 < and then i'd buy lots of catnip and destroy my brain with it :3
A GOOD GRILLED CHEESE IS WITH A GOOD KRAFT SLICE, A GOOD AMOUNT OF BUTTER AND MAYO ON THE BREAD, AND SOME FUCKING TOMATO SOUP OR SAVORY SOUP OF YOUR CHOICE ON THE SIDE. IF YOU LIKE EXPENSIVE CHEESE ON YOUR GRILLED CHEESE, YOU CAN SIT IN THE CORNER AND NOT GO TO CHILIS WITH EVERYONE ELSE WHO HAS GOOD CHEESE OPINIONS. AN EXPENSIVE GRILLED CHEESE FROM TIME TO TIME, WHATEVER, BUT NOTHING BEATS A KRAFT SINGLES GRILLED CHEESE.
yall really out here going off about grilled cheese
Being single is nice. I refuse to+ be defined by o+thers. I'm my o+wn tro+ll.
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I am exceedingly pleased with the new prevalence of rabbits and related creatures on this website.
Your name is Meliso Kindyn. You are currently sat hunched on the edge of your rumpled recuperacoon, knees drawn tight to your chest, the faint golden sheen of your blood visible only in the occasional anxious twitch of your boney fingers as you clutched at the frayed fabric of your Moirail’s oversized hoodie, the was garment so worn and oversized it seemed to swallow your slight frame whole, much like the heavy silence that wrapped around you day after day, unbroken save for the soft, rhythmic clicking of your Lusus. A cute beautiful moth you call “Gabei”, He is currently “cleaning” the floorboards, his iridescent wings catching what little light remained as he nudged empty nutrient packets and crumpled wrappers toward the corner, ever vigilant in his mute, instinctual way to care for the troll he’s raised since wigglerhood. Thought you barely spoke, even to the Lusus that had become your entire universe, words felt too heavy, too exposed, like fragile glass orbs that might shatter the moment they left your lips and reveal the aching void inside—the crushing weight of a depression that had settled into your bones like rust on neglected metal, turning every attempt at connection into an insurmountable wall, every fleeting thought of venturing outside into a panic that left you trembling and retreating deeper into the safety of these four walls where no one could judge the way your golden blood marked you as both precious and dangerous, a mutant prize that should have granted them status yet only amplified the terror of being seen, of being wanted, of failing to live up to whatever silent expectations the hemospectrum might whisper in the winds beyond your sealed vents. You get a ping on your palmhusk, it’s your Moirail. You hesitantly grab it and open the notification. They mentioned this website saying you should give it a try, people can be themselves and express themselves.. It’s been so long since you’ve interacted with people even online. Why not..give a try? —> Meliso: make an account.. This account will contain: #nsfw, #nsfwe #cw-self-harm, #suicidal-thoughts, #gore, and Meliso just being a very weird ass quad partner + a stupid smelly bum
♰ i am considering... getting into flarp... it honestly doesn't sound awful ♰
btww im MAYBE the nicest person alivve ask me about it
I don't get it Am I suppose to be seeing something
none of those things are a thing
she goop on my chittr LLogo tiLLLL i make a bad post about it
